I like it when there’s snow on the peaks, I love the early winter weeks, when leaves have finished dropping, when I feel the summer heat stopping,  I like when daylengths are in decline and to lie under a tall pine, all alone, watching a jay feed on a cone, I like when snowflakes are teasing and lakes are freezing, when I can be first to leave tracks in new snow before it gets deep on the mountain steep, and I love to be out in temperatures and snow falling, with a winter wild calling.